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[Barcelona, Spain]
And the loser has to fall.
Bunny Iglesias, with the wild cackle of glory rushing through his veins, fucks with all the ferocity of an unleashed animal.
The bruises on Isagi’s skin are spread beautifully, claimed with rough hands and sharp teeth. He’s settled against the headboard, only one palm needed to grip the slim waist of the pretty Japanese boy riding him.
Truth be told, there were many places to be, people to meet, and officials to be chored into flattering. A World Champion, fresh off the final, grueling stretch of an overextended World Cup match had too many prearranged responsibilities to fulfill, but Bunny had waived them away, sent his teammates to comply in his place and set out to claim his second most anticipated prize of the day.
The cute, little pipsqueak of Japan.
It could’ve waited. There was no need to rush. Bunny had all the time in the world to claim the cutie, and had intended to finish his obligations first, but, perhaps as Fate intended, Bunny had caught a glimpse of Sae’s face in the swamped, congested crowd.
The sheer, absolute joylessness of it, that expression sheet white with wide, pained eyes.
Ahh.
The throb his cock gave was brutal and immediate.
How unfair. How could he ever resist?
Poor Sae had been so, so sure, Argentina, with all their fingers in FIFA’S pockets, would turn the tides against Bunny’s lucky foot and take the crown from him.
He was wrong.
Sae noticed him watching, stilled, and had instantly disappeared among the masses.
Bunny, rooted to the grass, smiled a wide, terrible smile.
He wondered then;
Would kissing Isagi Yoichi, the one his pitiful Sae liked so very much, feel the same as kissing the trophy?
There was only one way to find out.
“Amnhh! Bunny! Wait—uhn—I can’t—please—“
Isagi sobbed on his cock, body dragged up and down without a second of pause. His breath came out punched and stuttered, hands limply placed against Bunny’s shoulders, too weak to do anything but be a loose necklace for Bunny to wear.
“You can do it, pretty one,” the Spaniard purred, his cock spearing the trembling one’s gaping asshole. White cum foamed at the base, every thrust squelching the thick semen loudly in the quietly electric room. “One more orgasm. Don’t disappoint your World Champion, now.”
At the mention of the title, Isagi’s eyes blanked, tears falling over his cheeks. The dream he’d dreamt, achieved and held in the hands of the man currently abusing his prostate must’ve been an overwhelming scene. The mentally strong Isagi Yoichi was afflicted with despair.
Seeing that wonderful expression, Bunny shivered and sighed in pleasure.
“Your hole’s loosened, little mouse. Were my words too much? Let me make you feel better.”
Bunny renewed his thrusts, pistoled directly into that delicate little bundle of nerves Isagi couldn’t win against. The targeted pleasure was too much. Isagi’s back bent like a bowstring, ass clapping against Bunny’s full, hairy balls and let his tongue roll out for their audience to see.
From the shadowed corner, banished from touching Bunny’s pretty prize, the kicked dogs growled like beasts.
“Just cum and kill yourself already,” the venomous lilt of Kaiser’s German accent was ground out like glass. “You grime-infested Spanish trash, you’d be better off dead.”
Bunny felt no offense and tilted his head cheekily into their line of sight.
“Goodness, Michael. If you ran like your mouth did, you’d probably have gotten farther in the tournament!”
Kaiser surged from his seat, fist knuckle-gripped as he took a threatening step towards the one he wanted to save.
“Nuh-uh.” Bunny gingerly held the moaning Isagi out of Kaiser’s reach. “For this one, glorious night, our generation’s heaven-sent child is mine and mine alone.” Bunny’s murky-red eyes landed on the hunched figure on the love-seat. “That’s what you promised. Isn’t that right… Sae?”
Itoshi Sae, the whole reason Bunny had been able to gain ground on Kaiser’s possession, glared with eyes blackened with hatred.
“Of course, that was before you knew you’d be benched from Japan’s last match, but, ah… it still counted, didn’t it?” Bunny chuckled mockingly, evoking the truly terrible set of circumstances Japan had faced through mismanagement and internal strife that lead to where they were now.
Kaiser, reminded of Sae’s blunder, glared back at the silent asshole, blood heated beyond belief. “If I’d known what you shits were planning, I’d never have allowed it—“
“Still, you learned too late, my friend,” Bunny sung. “Debts are meant to be paid. And I am here to collect mine tonight.”
With that, Bunny’s slow, torturous grind came to a halt. Picking up speed, he trapped Isagi’s gland and stroked his weeping dick with a crushing force that instantly had Isagi screaming his name. Slamming his ass down, Bunny came again. He groaned with audible pleasure as he unloaded a fresh batch of cum into Isagi’s tummy.
“Ooooh.” Isagi moaned, dick spurting weakly, eyes rolled to the back of his head. With no more strength, he fell backwards, body twitching.
Bunny caught his breath, swiping his sweaty hair from his forehead. Letting his eyes stray to cuck one and cuck two, he noticed a bulge in both their pants. Bunny snickered.
What a rush.
Power was the greatest weapon one could wield.
“A shame Luna couldn’t make it,” Bunny joked leisurely, petting Isagi like a sweet, fucked-out pet. Bunny’s cum ran down his thigh in a thick streak. Bending down, Bunny could see the blushing pink of his insides, simply begging for a third load. “I asked, but he said something quite funny. Would you like to know what?”
Sae’s jaw clicked. A vein appeared over his neck and hands, quiet violence written in every line of him. “What.”
Bunny pressed his thump inside, stretching the skin to tease the red, still hard tip of his cock against the puckering lips of Isagi’s creamed hole and smearing his spent like a claim.
“He said; ‘I’ll find my way to him one day’, and left for the after ceremony.”
“Right.” Kaiser clipped. “That’s enough.”
Bunny caught his breath, kissing up Isagi’s spine. “What is?”
“This. Everything.” Kaiser said, and the thread holding him together was a thin, weary string of sanity. “We’re done. You’ve had your fun.”
Bunny hummed. “Did I?”
Kaiser’s pupils were shrunk to the size of dots. “Yes.”
“And who… decides that?” Bunny whispered, nuzzling into Isagi’s hair and turning him on his back. “You? The loser? Or Sae, the other loser? Or,” he wondered aloud, smiling, “Is it me? The reigning Champion for the next four, looong years?”
There was no answer because there was none to give.
“This is my post-victory sex with your adorable, unofficial boyfriend, Michael.” Bunny flattened Kaiser’s pretty blue flower against the sheets with his legs splayed wide open. Bunny’s cock bullied its way into Isagi’s used hole and filled it back up perfectly. “Don’t butt in where you’re irrelevant.”
He flashed them a bright, hollow smile.
“Losers have no right to interfere with my meal.”
Isagi had no time to react as he was ravaged again.
“Haaaannggghh!!”
Isagi’s hands flew to the sheets, breath coming out in loud, gasping heaves as Bunny brutally reunited his cock to Isagi’s battered prostate.
“No, no way, too much, ah, no, ah!”
Isagi blubbered into sobs, the heavy, pressing weight of a 6’3 man suffocating him. Yet Isagi couldn’t quiet down. His body wiggled and twisted, overwhelmed, yet unable to escape. A trapped mouse in every sense of the word. As loud as one too.
“Full—so full—“ Isagi choked, drooling.
“Stop it,” Kaiser whispered.
Bunny smiled again. Deliberately, he kissed Isagi in full view of his unwilling hostages.
Isagi responded back naturally, bound by the pleasure turning his brain into soup.
“Stop.”
Bunny coaxed Isagi’s tongue out, a big, meaty hand squeezing him by the neck to tighten his throat.
“Stop, stop, stop, stop—“
Bunny’s cock pummeled Isagi so thoroughly, the slap of skin against skin reverberated throughout the room, echoing off the walls of the hotel room.
Kaiser’s voice broke.
“Yoichi.”
Isagi, for the first time, seemed to retain a semblance of awareness at the sheer sound of despair in Kaiser’s tone.
Isagi’s eyes glittered and his hand clawed into Bunny’s scar, a place no one ever dared to touch.
“Don’t…. Bully… Mihya…” Isagi rasped out, darting to the duo behind him. “Sae… you’re not… fault…”
Their breaths hitched.
Bunny stilled, eyes wide with a new light.
“Touching my scar… Isagi, you’re a bold little mouse, aren’t you?”
Isagi squirmed, digging his nails in. “Fuck… you…”
“No, kid,” Bunny sighed, snagging his wrist and pinning it to the bed. He loomed like a nightmare come to life. “I’m fucking you.”
Bunny shoved deep and punishing, so completely sheathed inside that Isagi’s body could only take it. Then, he moved—his playful, relentless rhythm turning violent, pumping in and out, wet and slick, at home in the body of his lovely, first place prize.
“Filthy,” Kaiser whispered. “I’ll kill you… definitely… kill… Yoichi…”
“Such a disobedient boy,” Bunny tutted. “Why worry over the unimportant furniture when I’m here, making you feel good? Look at you, moaning like a whore in front of them like this. Are you ashamed? It’s okay to enjoy my cock, Isagi. Isn’t it the best? Say it is. I wont let you cum if you don’t.”
Isagi’s mind, once again, was going hazy. Fogged at the edges, his senses could only process the pleasured pain of nonstop sex.
“Nooo…”
“You don’t wanna cum?” Bunny asked.
Isagi bit his lip harshly. “Ah—yes!”
“Then say it. Say I’m the best.”
No. He couldn’t. He couldn’t do that.
But.
Coiling, the pleasure was stopped, forced back under Bunny’s control. Kept on the edge of a cliff, all Isagi wanted was to fall into bliss.
“Lemme, lemme cum, please.”
“What am I?”
“You…”
Gone. Gone. He was gone.
So long, Isagi Yoichi.
“The best,” Isagi slurred, broken, punished with utter, humiliating desperation, “Bunny’s the best.”
Bunny cooed. “Perfect. I’m glad we’re all on the same page, everyone.”
Against his ears, Bunny rasped in a too smug voice.
“Now, fall apart for me, my prize.”
Isagi, under the newest World Champion immortalized into his country’s history forevermore, a hero to his people where all others had failed, collapsed as a third, impossibly powerful orgasm was pulled out of him without consent. His screaming sob was undeniably loud, an agonizing sound to the listeners around.
As Isagi went boneless, his vision blurred to nothing, his breathing fell into a steady rhythm as he immediately lost consciousness.
“Oh? There he goes.” Bunny gently pulled out, sighing as he felt refreshed for the first time that day. The match had been hair-ragingly aggravating. But if this was the prize waiting for him at the end, he wouldn’t mind doing it again.
This here was a much better usage of his time than sucking off the dicks of old, worthless men. He’d barely been able to stomach shaking hands with them. It had taken full control to keep his smile stapled in place as their grimy fingers touched any patch of skin they could when they congratulated him.
“Well,” Bunny turned his full attention to his wonderful coworkers, “Enjoy the show?”
“Next time we meet on the pitch, Iglesias, your dick will be the first thing I tear off,” Kaiser threatened, expression cooled into a glacial vitriol. He yanked Isagi by the arm and dragged him into an embrace, coddling him against his chest. He took no time to drape his jacket over the naked man for modesty.
“That’ll earn you a red card at least,” Bunny jokingly quipped, tugging his dick to pump out the last of his semen.
Kaiser ignored him and turned to Sae. “And you. Don’t even fucking think about approaching Yoichi. If I see you, I’ll fucking kill you.”
Sae said nothing. He already knew.
He stayed to watch over Isagi after Bunny had come to claim Sae’s debt, unable to bear the thought of Bunny having his way with him without eyes on them to warn the scarred fucker off if did anything to Isagi they didn’t approve of. But he’d underestimated the sheer rage he’d experience watching Isagi be violated, all because he’d been baited into issuing a challenge he couldn’t even keep in the end.
“I’ll apologize to Isagi properly. Please let me know if he’s willing to talk with me.”
“Die,” Kaiser sneered, face contorted like that of a demon’s, “Both of you.”
Bunny watched on in amusement, getting up to rummage his drawers for a fresh pair of underwear. “Michael, you’re not even dating him yet… this protectiveness is very… uncharacteristic of you.”
Kaiser didn’t rise to the bait and walked to the door, throwing it open to escape with his abused damsel in his arms.
Sae, as well, wasted no time. He got up, intending to leave without another word.
Bunny was faster. Snagging his arm, Bunny forcefully twirled Sae around. Sae’s expression broke, thunderously hateful, but before he could smear his entire bloodline with that razor sharp tongue, Bunny kissed him deeply, pushing against him in the few, precious seconds where he dominated.
Sae regained his senses and tore away, landing a disorienting punch to Bunny’s cheek.
“Hahaha!” He laughed, stepping back a safe distance and holding his cheek. Bloody claws in his scar and now, a bruise under the eye. What a collection of gifts he was getting tonight.
“You’re a dead man,” Sae hissed, trembling with rage. He spat on the floor, harshly wiping his mouth.
“How rude. I thought you’d want to know how Isagi tastes like.”
Sae stilled, then glared at him in offense.
“The boy’s known to be lucky, ain’t he? I just thought I’d share some of it onto you for the next world cup. Though… I suppose we will simply have to wait and see where Japan will be then.”
“I don’t need luck. And never from you.”
Bunny pouted.
How cruel, but ah, didn’t that just make Sae’s more interesting?
“Run along now,” Bunny said. “Isagi will probably meed a fellow countryman by his side when he wakes up.”
Sae gave him the middle finger and quickly shuffled out of the room, leaving Bunny alone. With no one around, Bunny smiled freely. He padded to the window and slid it open. Thousands of fans were outside in the colors of Spain, screaming and cheering and honking every kind of horn there was for the last hour.
How useful for the room to be sound proof.
He let his eyes drift along the unidentifiable sea, yet couldn’t spy any familiar faces. He sighed. What a drag.
Closing the window again, Bunny’s eyes caught the golden glint of his newest trophy.
Held in his hands, a hollow smile spread across his face.
Yes.
Just him and the trophy.
What else can a guy ask for?